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Randy
Evans
was
sitting
next
to
me
.
I
could
see
he
was
watching
Lydia
too
.
He
began
talking
.
He
talked
and
he
talked
.
Thankfully
I
couldn
’
t
hear
him
,
the
stereo
was
too
loud
.
I
watched
Lydia
dance
with
the
boy
with
the
ringlets
.
Lydia
could
move
it
.
Her
movements
lurked
upon
the
sexual
.
I
looked
at
the
other
girls
and
they
didn
’
t
seem
to
be
dancing
that
way
;
but
,
I
thought
,
that
’
s
only
because
I
know
Lydia
and
I
don
’
t
know
them
.
Randy
kept
on
talking
even
though
I
didn
’
t
answer
.
The
dance
ended
and
Lydia
came
back
and
sat
down
next
to
me
.
"
Ooooh
,
I
’
m
pooped
!
I
think
I
’
m
out
of
shape
.
"
Another
record
dropped
into
place
and
Lydia
got
up
and
joined
the
boy
with
the
golden
ringlets
.
I
kept
drinking
beer
and
wine
.
There
were
many
records
.
Lydia
and
the
boy
danced
and
danced
-
center
stage
as
the
others
moved
around
them
,
each
dance
more
intimate
than
the
last
.
I
kept
drinking
the
beer
and
the
wine
.
A
wild
loud
dance
was
in
progress
.
.
.
The
boy
with
the
golden
ringlets
raised
both
hands
above
his
head
.
Lydia
pressed
against
him
.
It
was
dramatic
,
erotic
.
They
held
their
hands
high
over
their
heads
and
pressed
their
bodies
together
.
Body
against
body
.
He
kicked
his
feet
back
,
one
at
a
time
.
Lydia
imitated
him
.
They
stared
into
each
other
’
s
eyes
.
I
had
to
admit
they
were
good
.
The
record
went
on
and
on
.
Finally
,
it
ended
.
Lydia
came
back
and
sat
down
next
to
me
.
"
I
’
m
really
pooped
,
"
she
said
.
